Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 34
Argrave walked out onto the docks with Anneliese supporting him. She was around half a foot shorter than Argrave and the perfect height to support beneath his shoulder. Though he disliked touching others, of everyone, he was the most comfortable with Anneliese as she had the decency to clean herself of blood. Even still, she smelled of sea salt, sweat, dirt, and blood, so it was a very unpleasant experience. He supposed it would be strange to expect her to smell like flowers, though.
Argrave took in his surroundings. The wooden buildings along the coastline were wide and spacious, with great doorways and tall ceilings to accommodate the snow elves’ larger frame. The architecture was plain and effective, yet it still had decorations. Trophies hung above doorways of homes—skulls of animals, tusks, and other vainglorious displays that showed to demonstrate what the house’s family was capable of hunting. The windows were covered with fur blankets to block the snow and cold air. Fangs, claws, and tusks hung from the overhangs by twine, bumping against each other like grim windchimes.
With his focus back on the docks, Argrave noticed that nearly all of the sailors had stopped what they were doing. They stood a fair distance away from Argrave, watching him move. They spoke amongst themselves. Perplexed, Argrave looked in the distance. He saw a great group of people crowded together, watching the docks, and behind them, atop a great wooden building…
He frowned. “Is that a dragon?”
Though Argrave asked, he was certain it was. It was a great snow-white creature with a vast wingspan and four legs. It crouched at the back of the host awaiting him, its deep blue eyes staring ahead like two sparkling sapphires. Unlike Berendar, where some nobles and other important people had wyverns purchased from the desert tribes to the south, this was a bona fide dragon. Argrave had killed it many times before in game. Indeed, Veiden had a dragon.
“I sent word ahead by bird so that the Patriarch would not be surprised by your coming,” Anneliese explained. “I know druidic magic too, after all.”
“Did you tell them I’m Erlebnis himself?” Argrave asked incredulously. “This welcome is a bit much…”
Anneliese did not say anything further as she escorted him onto the docks. The mass amount of people waiting ahead was soon shadowed by the Veidimen on the longship following them behind. If the cold in the air didn't pierce bone deep, Argrave might’ve felt the situation heating up.
Despite the great mass of people, the awkward shamble of Anneliese and Argrave echoed loudly in the prolonged silence. Argrave started to recognize people as he came closer. Though he had never been to Veiden before, many of the Veidimen came to Berendar. If the player chose to confront them militarily rather than diplomatically, one would have to go up against some of the game’s hardest fights.
Argrave had done that many times before, of course, if only for fun. He most often fought them while playing as Nikoletta. The Veidimen had killed her father. It made sense role-play wise.
They stepped off the docks into the large ceiling where the great bulk of prominent snow elves had gathered. Argrave took his arm off Anneliese and stood, back straight. The Veidimen that had come with them walked around them, fading into the crowd. As Argrave scanned the crowd, seeing many faces he recognized, the people whispered among themselves. None addressed him, though. Argrave could vaguely see the Patriarch Dras sitting on a chair, flanked by many guards. Two men held the banner of Veiden behind him—a black wheel on a field of red.
Argrave took a few slow steps forward, his legs feeling weak and shaky. Despite his tremors, he didn’t feel nervous at all as he spread his arms wide. “It seems I’m expected.” He spoke towards the Patriarch.
Silence followed. From behind the crowd, Argrave could hear and see the breathing of the gigantic ice dragon, peering down at the scene like a great arbiter of his fate as icy air billowed from its nose.
An old elf pushed through the crowd, shoving people aside with his walking stick. He had long, sagging skin and a bald head marred with liver spots. He walked forward, disturbing the uniformity of the crowd, before he stood between Argrave and the Patriarch.
“Show respect for the Patriarch, human.”
watched, casually leaning against his armrest, waiting for
“Hello, Rowe. Long time no
fought this guy? Fifty? Near a
it knows my name. I was not aware
of you. I do, though. I know you, I know your dragon, Crystal Wind.” Argrave pointed to the towering reptile. His finger moved onwards, pointing out people in the crowd. “I know the chief of Ryblud. I know the chief of Wryden. The chief of
The Patriarch craned his neck to better look at Argrave, watching like it was a play rather than
nothing.” Argrave shook his head. “What more do you want as proof, hmm? I could tell you of how I knew of Galamon, the exiled general and right-hand man of Dras. I could show you that I knew of your scouting party and Tirros the Tempestuous. I might speak of the hidden tomb guardians I
truth, so long as the target believes in
his foot. The old elf took
one of wroth. The snow elf stepped forward, but
the fate of this world not two or three months ago, and since then, I’ve been dragging myself through hell and back to do my duty,” Argrave spoke, voice laced with conviction as he freed the indignance that had been brewing within him. “Your foolish invasion might
forward. “Get out of my way or get
the air, and Argrave felt the ground rumble
He felt like a child scolding an adult that held a gun. Rowe
across the
confronting the Patriarch. “What?!” the aged elf spat. “The
as Veid stands behind the Veidimen, Erlebnis stands behind that one. I think he
broke away, walking back into the crowd
joints. His crown was absent, revealing his badly scarred bald head, but he had a matching helmet hanging from the back of the chair with a great mane of white fur standing up from the back. It looked
other, lazily lounging against the armrest of his throne. “For someone who was practically carried here, you speak very big words.” A faint grin
know a lot about that,
legs and slouched to the opposite side of the throne. “This meeting has been a long time coming, you’ve said. Here we are—the precipice of your task. Tell me
not included his purpose in her report, but he did not turn his head back to look at her. He mulled on the words for a time, ensuring he remembered them properly. Though Rowe had
was convinced in the game,
he came, the foul breath of oblivion, leaving even gods dying beneath his feet. The black-blood, the outcast, the ghost-maker and ghost-breaker. He is hunger, he is thirst; where he bites rots ‘til it dies. The yellow eyes across his body glisten like oil beads, and the cries of the damned vanish into maleficent darkness in the winds of its steps,” Argrave recited dramatically. “When the moon blots out the suns, the Tenebrous Reaper rises; He
sat up in his throne. He leaned forward, staring at
said,” Argrave repeated. “And have you? No. Evidently, no. You say this is the precipice of my task? Don’t flatter yourself. Gerechtigkeit is coming. You are but one pustule on this diseased world that I must fix before
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